As a kid growing up in the late 1950s and early ’60s, one of the toys I received one Christmas was a Mr. Potato Head. If you’re from that era, you may remember Mr. Potato Head. He was a goofy plastic guy, or should I say, “spud,” of a thousand faces. Using creativity limited only by your imagination and, of course, available parts, you created faces that only your Mom and maybe Picasso would love.